" Here it is, I think. Something has finally happened; someone, perhaps, has attacked the city and will finally put an end to this cursed life! But the next morning I again sober up with a heavy hangover. I rush to the newspapers; no, nothing has happened. Again I read all the same insolent and self-assured cries, all the same new “victories.” The sun is shining, people are going about, the stores have lines in front of them . . . and again I fall into a torpor, overwhelmed by hopelessness and the feeling that I have to face another long, empty day; no, not just one day but many days, empty, long, and good for nothing! Why bother living? For what? Why bother to do anything? In this world, in their world, in the world where the lout and the beast hold sway, I need nothing. . . . [People say:] “Our country has an extremely special psyche, one which people will write about for "
― , Cursed Days: Diary of a Revolution
![quote : Here it is, I think. Something has finally happened; someone, perhaps, has attacked the city and will finally put an end to this cursed life! But the next morning I again sober up with a heavy hangover. I rush to the newspapers; no, nothing has happened. Again I read all the same insolent and self-assured cries, all the same new “victories.” The sun is shining, people are going about, the stores have lines in front of them . . . and again I fall into a torpor, overwhelmed by hopelessness and the feeling that I have to face another long, empty day; no, not just one day but many days, empty, long, and good for nothing! Why bother living? For what? Why bother to do anything? In this world, in their world, in the world where the lout and the beast hold sway, I need nothing. . . . [People say:] “Our country has an extremely special psyche, one which people will write about for](/image/2731576.jpg)